The Wings of the Morning by Louis Tracy
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best when hard at work. The half-sullen, wholly self-contained
expression left his face, which lit up with enthusiasm and concentrated intelligence. That which he essayed he did with all his might. Will power and physical force worked harmoniously. She had never before seen such a man. At such moments her admiration of him was unbounded. He, toiling with steady persistence, felt not the inward spur which sought relief in speech, but Iris was compelled to say something. "I suppose," she commented with an air of much wisdom, "you are contriving an overhead railway for the safe transit of yourself and the goods?" "Y--yes." "Why are you so doubtful about it?" "Because I personally intended to walk across. The ropes will serve to convey the packages." She rose imperiously. "I absolutely forbid you to enter the water again. Such a suggestion on your part is quite shameful. You are taking a grave risk for no very great gain that I can see, and if anything happens to you I shall be left all alone in this awful place." She could think of no better argument. Her only resource was a woman's expedient--a plea for protection against threatening ills. The sailor seemed to be puzzled how best to act. |
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